Title: A N G E L C O O K I E M I X

Pairing: ロキ x 東山和実

Rating: T

Disclaimer: 魔探偵ロキRAGNAROK, does not belong to me, but Kinoshita Sakura.

Alright, late update, but school is getting harder. Science sucks even more (I'm in advanced) and I get B's, but I may just murder my teacher if she doesn't get her act together. ((Keep in mind she thinks the same about me…)) But, I'm really happy because I just got a degree or 'form' from the college I took the test for…and I'm advanced in English, Science, and Social Science. 0,o

And Dylan-sempai thought I was stupid…he thinks it's a miracle I can dress myself. ((EAT THAT DYLAN-SEMPAI-SU!!!))

Anyway, please enjoy everyone. Deticated to all my friends on fanfiction like Kichi-chan, Tiffa-chan, Salali-chan, Sweet and Sour-chan, Hel-chan, and to Tantou-chan!!!

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Heimdall slept uneasily that night. Scenes of what had happened in the moonless dark still daunted his mind. It was painful, but Loki was really going to be sad. Hell, did he even know she left? Why had she? It was a boatload of questions he had to sleep on last night, but he felt bad for going out that very second to find her…or Loki and tell him.

Love really wasn't a picnic after all…

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Heimdall had gotten up at sunrise to send a hawk out through all nine worlds to search for her, Spica. She was probably in Utgard with Utgard-Loki. He moaned again. He was confused, and frustrated, not the best combination for a cranky, adolescent such as himself.

The whole world slept under the burning morning sun of Japan, the watchman seeing the occasional kid pass him on the way to their school. He walked, passive to anything else around him. The watchman kept an eye out for Loki, who would probably still be sleeping, but could be out looking for her. He at least wanted to stay out of sight.

'Spica left because of you, it's your fault…'

Heimdall snapped his neck up from staring intently at the ground, hearing the voice in his head speak to him like that. It almost sounded like Loki, but he didn't want to believe it, so kept his head up walking straight. He was getting angry. They sky seemed to tear open in rage, almost like a wicked smile. A smile so evil that if you tried it, it could split your lip open.

'You pushed them away because of forbidden love,"

He grimaced, making a low sighing sound. He looked at the ground, shaking somewhat. "Just shut up," He walked over to a fence, feeling slightly dizzy and leaned on it. How pathetic. The watchman slowly felt a repeated surge of something swollen beneath his pale skin. Something that felt dreadful, horrible, misunderstood, and worst of all-

Heartbroken.

'You're stupid, how could you?!'

He leaned over, cheeks flushed as red as if they had been slit. He knew he was imagining things, but he still heard Loki's silent and thorny voice echo around him coldly. It was like the sky inside him was ripped open and the cord inside him had already snapped, whipping around madly like a dying snake. He panted, obviously tired from over exerting his body to such a harsh limit. Poor Heimdall, having to go through with everything that was happening. If only life wasn't so goddamn unfair to him! Alas, he shivered again and fought against a curious sting in his stomach. Probably because he hadn't eaten anything since this had happened, forcing himself to search for Spica like he was.

He had to search fast, because people had already heard of the moon's disappearance, and everyone was somewhat passive about it. Loki and his family wouldn't let things go easily though. He could just imagine Loki's pouting face…god, just thinking about it gave him heartache.

'Just as I thought…you are a nothing…you can't even find the stupid girl? Yet, are you even trying? Surly you don't want to leave Loki, right?'

Everything was true. He had done this just for himself, but in a sense, who should care? After all that's happened to him…why shouldn't he get anything in return? He had already gone through so much trouble, so why not. Things were already bad enough anyway as they were, he didn't need his self-conscious to wake him from much needed sleep. (Which he also didn't get enough of). Another night without some form of sleep was murderous. He really was soft, just like a human. Not a physical soft, like a baby in a garbage bag…a metal state of gentle benevolence and awkward humanity. Like Loki, actually. Why he had stayed on Earth…the watchman didn't give a shit. All that mattered was that he was with him.

Before the voice could speak again, a set of small footsteps echoed behind him, as if everything else had solidified in an era. He risked a glance over to the street, face still buried in his arms. Loki was running down the street again, just as he was when Heimdall saved him from the rain. His face was red and his knees were bruised from falling, and he was panting. He looked so sad, and he WAS looking. Looking for one of two people, Spica or Heimdall. Even a person like Heimdall took that into consideration, how much Loki loved him for all he had done. It was hard not to, with his partner being so compassionate.

'I never pushed away when he kissed me…'

Even thought he would hate himself, he dove out of sight behind a building corner and peeked over the edge. The watchman watched Loki stop and look around Heimdall's abode, eyes sad and glistening.

'Did I just hear your heart break? You did not fall in love with him…!'

"Heimu…"

He looked around again and even ran the doorbell a couple times. Nothing. (And by nothing, Freyr had showed up to pop him with his fist, but Freyr was 'nothing' to Loki anyway.) The trickster looked at the house hesitantly, hoping Heimdall would show, but instead ran off into the arcade district. He ran right past Heimdall, who held his breath in his throat like a sob. When Loki was gone, he heaved a muffled cough into his gloved hands, the hawk he had with him being so startled it had set off into the sky. Heimdall sat up again and coughed calmly, obviously aggravated with himself. The town had become a lot quieter in the morning, a deathly quiet. Branches blew in the calm air like spider webs; zephyrs carried the scents of roses and flowers. Children had been laughing and playing games while on the way to school. Even they were gone.

Heimdall looked around skeptically, evaluating the scene analytically. Nothing seemed wrong with anyone else, so this wasn't a 'major' thing, as the Council of Gods would have called it. He walked from the corner, a warm breeze hitting him like a brick. He cocked his head over his shoulder to make sure Loki was gone, and then ran to Enjaku desperately. He knew one person that could help him, one person that he would hate himself for asking…but had to. If it was for Loki, you could rape him and he couldn't care.

Heimdall soon realized that hidden under a blanket of deep hurt, that the voice speaking belonged to himself, and not that of Loki.

'That's why you love him…'

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Hel looked up from her cup of smoking coffee. She cocked her head at the breathless Heimdall that had thrown himself in the room. She smirked like her father, a mischievous smirk. The watchman looked at her seriously and banged his fist on the table, shaking the coffee mix that sat next her. She gasped and juggled the cup of caffeine in her hands, trying to prevent it from spilling. She finally grabbed it and in result dumped it on to Heimdall, soaking him with hot liquid. He growled. Hel giggled nervously and set the cup down to mix more. "…sorry?"

"THIS IS SERIOUS!!!!" Heimdall roared again, eyes a smoldering red color. They were like rubies, burning inside and out. She combed a hand through her bubblegum pink hair to remove it from her pretty, unblemished face. Her emerald eyes rolled towards the ground, unconcerned of Heimdall's presence. She positioned herself back in the chair so her legs were underneath the table and not at the side of the chair. He bangs shielded her eyes, and Heimdall waited until she spoke. He was becoming extremely impatient. "Hel…"

"Is it because 'Spica' disappeared?" Heimdall rolled his eyes and put his arms at his sides desperately, to have something to squeeze in frustration. She turned her head slowly and sat up from the table, her legs in a strange V-shape as if she had to slowly walk to keep her stitches from ripping. Her skin was pale as always, her emerald eyes hiding happiness through a veil of desperation and need. She had her head tilted back, her hair racing over her shoulders like waterfalls. You could see her fair neck. As usual, she dressed from summer weather in rain or snow. It didn't matter to Hel.

She smiled and leaned forward, all evil erasing from her face and replacing it with mock happiness. "Are you going to look for her?"

"Yeah," He turned away, glaring at the ceiling. The room they sat in smelled heavily of roses and cookies, curtains shining a frosty sheen. The sun shone through them, sun washed stained windows.

Heimdall crossed his arms. "Hel, she went with that bastard Utgard-Loki,"

"Why do you want her back?" Hel raised her voice, still sweet…but echoing.

Heimdall blinked and smiled. "Why wouldn't I? Loki loves her so,"

She looked at him, knowing her was lying. "Just because it makes Otou-sama happy, you want find her? Don't you love him?" Heimdall was distressed, and found himself having his eyes widen at Hel's response. He looked at the ground, speechless. Hel poured his some coffee and added some milk. "You love Otou-sama, so why don't you just take him for yourself?"

He blushed and stared at the ground even harder, more surprised then he was flustered. He looked her in the eyes and spoke flatly, "Because I can." She blinked, and hesitated speaking her next words. She shifted her glance back to her coffee, looking at her sad reflection. The watchman didn't want to wait and turned on his heels to leave. Hel grabbed his wrist and turned him around. Heimdall turned to her with a quizzical expression on his face. She was silent, then Heimdall thought, THOUGHT he may have saw tears. "Don't try so hard…you don't have to try so hard if you don't want to…"

He looked at Hel and placed a hand over hers sympathetically.

"Don't tell your father I went to Utgard,"

She nodded in understanding and squeezed his hand. "Remember, don't try so hard…"

Heimdall looked at her with a straight face, and then turned away still looking at her over his shoulder. He yelled, "I won't, just do tell your father." Proximity was always a thing with Hel, and now Heimdall was moving farther and farther away. She looked out the window, leaning her face against the warm glass. "I feel so sick…"

Heimdall looked at Enjaku from outside, then closed his eyes and relaxed his body, a strong wind blowing around him like a small tornado. A white light lit up the whole area followed by a shimmering, magical sort of noise. Blood shot up in the air gushing from Heimdall's swollen arteries. Two wings had burst from his back, ripping open his skin and making the watchman scream. Hel covered her ears and closed her eyes. "So loud…"

Even the inside of houses became gusty from Heimdall's power. A few stands of Hel's hair flew in her face and over her emerald eyes. The wind stopped and she brushed it aside. The girl sat up and walked over to then window. There were some splotches of blood on the ground, but nothing else. The goddess pressed her hand to her chest and felt her cheeks light up. "Have fun," She smiled and opened the window. With all her might, she yelled over the city of Japan, "Good luck!!!"

She saw a feather float down to her for the goddess to catch. She caught it and pressed it into her hands. She looked up again, her posture straight other than her neck, which she had now strained to see the sky. She smiled happily up towards the heavens and began to turn away. As soon as she did though, she saw a boy watching from behind the corner outside. She yelped and leaned over to see who it could be.

Loki looked up at her, his expression melancholy.

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Heimdall rubbed his shoulder when his wings finally pulled back into his body, leaving mending gashes in his back. He straightened himself and looked around the world of Utgard seeing many trees. Everything looked so fake, like inside a storybook. Heimdall nodded to himself and whispered, "This is Wonderland…" and entered a nearby castle.

He looked up at the castle in awe. It was really big. He shook all of his thought from his head and walked up to the door. It was locked, as expected. Heimdall huffed and looked around the edge of the castle. He peeked at first, but gasped when he saw Spica at a rose bush, ripping up all the white roses, leaving only red ones. Her hands continued to hover over the bushes, even when Heimdall came closer. Heimdall strolled up to her and looked over her shoulder. Spica grimaced and put a finger to her lips. She had pricked her finger on a thorn. Heimdall 'eh'ed and looked at her, leaning over her shoulder slightly. "Are you okay?" Spica turned away, clutching her finger, eyes shining with anger and frustration.

"Why are you here?"

"…" Heimdall's pupils widened like waves in a pool, then glowered at the ground. He looked up a Spica and grabbed her violently, forcing her to turn around. "Angerboda!!!" Spica gasped a hollow sigh and dove away from him. Heimdall lost balance and forward on his face. He lifted his face from the dirt and wiped some powder off his face. The mistress's voice cracked and she held on to her arm, looking sorry that she pushed him. Despite his mood, the watchman smiled and stood up straight. He looked at her. "Why are you here? Are you mad at me?" Spica looked at him as if he was insane and shook her head, her curls batting her cheeks. She pouted and spoke, "I wanted to love him for as long as possible, but since they are the same…I should be able to love him also." Heimdall looked at her face and walked closer. Spica backed up a bit, scared Heimdall would slap. Her. "I…I…" Heimdall raised a hand, but placed it on her shoulder. Spica opened on eye and blinked, relieved that her cheek wasn't swollen.

Heimdall came closer to the mistress and looked at the ground embarrassed. "I love Loki, and I'm actually glad that you're so nice." Spica looked at the blushed Heimdall and hugged him tenderly. The watchman's neck jolted upwards from the ground. Spica got on her knees and looked up at him smiling sweetly, ignoring the bitter mood.

Nobody noticed the two people watching from the entrance. Loki and Utgard-Loki stood next to each other, Loki looking at the ground, emerald eyes shining as if he could cry. Utgard-Loki squeezed his arm. "Stop it,"

"Don't tell me what to do!" The trickster announced in a cracked voice, veering his head towards his alter-life. Utgard-Loki looked at him, eyes peeking out from underneath his silver bangs. Loki had been biting his lip, and the blood now trickled down his face. Utgard-Loki stepped forward to hear to conversation continue. Loki resisted from running forward. He had nothing to be mad about, but his chest was heavy…and broken.

Heimdall saw the both of them and yelled, "Loki!" before Spica pressed his hand and looked at him. "I'll make you a deal…"

Heimdall raised an eyebrow and Loki ran over. Just before either of them could exchange words, the whole are was lit up with a glittery mist. Heimdall felt Loki fall towards him (most likely from the idiot tripping) and awoke right when his head, instead of smacking cushy grass, hit concrete. Both lay in the street in front of Enjaku Detective Agency. A car almost hit them if Heimdall hadn't grabbed Loki by the waist and they jumped. Hel laughed from the staircase with Yamino behind her almost ready to faint from seeing his father almost hit by a car. Loki was still dizzy when Heimdall had him enveloped his arms, so didn't tease the watchman. That didn't stop Heimdall from pushing him away however. "Stupid, wake up!!!" Spica and Utgard-Loki crossed the street. Loki shook himself awake and looked up at them, face blue from surprise.

"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!?" Spica looked at her husband and laughed embarrassed as if nothing had happened. Heimdall looked at her confused. "What…did you do?" Utgard-Loki sneered ant whipped his head away from the couple.

"She wants the both of us to stay here…."

Spica nodded and pointed to Enjaku. Everyone blinked. "NOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAY!!!"

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Loki combed a hair across his hair, tousling it madly. (Heimdall thought it looked super cute). Heimdall sipped tea across from him. Spica sat next to Utgard-Loki and placed arranged flowers on a table. The room was happy, sweet smelling; even the windows were open to let the crisp air in. An occasional gust would rush in and blow Loki and Heimdall's hair. Loki scowled and blushed. "Why is he here!?" Heimdall sighed and looked at Loki. "You want Spica to stay, right?"

Loki looked at the watchman and bit his lip. He looked away and guzzled down tea greedily before choking. He clutched his stomach feeling the intense burning in his stomach, like when you drank too much Zinfandel.

Heimdall smacked his forehead. "Stupid,"

Loki coughed desperately, tears in his eyes. "Heimu…help…"

"No."

Loki looked at him. "WHY!?!?!?!" Hel laughed, clutching her sides so she wouldn't fall over. Yamino nervously looked at her. "Is Loki-sama choking, or just playing?"

"PLAYING!" Hel roared with hilarity until she ran out of breath and held her throat. It was so graceful, even Yamino had to laugh. Fenrir trotted over to the couch, running past everyone else. He jumped on Loki's lap. "DADDY! That mystery girl,"

Mayura burst through the doors with Koutarou right behind her. "Koutarou-kun, I swear!!! Loki-kun and Kazumi-kun are totally in love!!!" Mayura turned to the others in the room coming face to face with the sheer silence. She blinked and looked and the new guy on the couch. She poked him. "Did…I miss something?" Utgard-Loki lowered his gaze and scooted away. "Great…"

"I'm Daidouji Mayura!!!" Koutarou looked at Loki and Kazumi hollowly. He picked up a teacake. "Sorry for barging in." Heimdall blushed.

"YOU PERVERT!!!!!"

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OWARI DESU!!! Geez…I need to upload more often. Oh yeah, anyone who hasn't already, watch 'Sukisho'. It's a wonderful and I've already played the game (Sukisyo), and watched the whole series in one day. It's wonderful…and it's yaoi. Nipppa….drool

Here's a peek.

Pancakes

You need: 1 cup of all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon granulated sugar

2 teaspoons baking powder

¼ teaspoon salt

1 beaten egg

1 cup milk

2 tablespoons cooking oil

In a medium mixing bowl combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Make a well in the center of the dry mixture; set aside.

In another mixing bowl combine the egg, milk, and oil. Add egg mixture all at once to the dry mixture. Stir until moistened (batter should be lumpy).

To make 4-inch pancakes, pour about ¼ cup batter onto a hot, lightly greased griddle or heavy skillet. Cook over medium heat for 2 minutes on each side until pancakes are golden, turning to the second side when pancakes have bubbly surfaces and edges are slightly dry. Serve warm.

Have fun and be safe!!!